In the Night Rain
A
pile of
beautiful
minds
whirlwinds
before me.
I
tried to
swing, with them
...yet no one noticed me,
but
in a
soup much loved,
I
shall dance,
with a rose
...in the night rain’s fast trot!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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